Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, And shared a conversation with the housefly in my bed. Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets, And joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow, Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . How did it go? How did it go? -Shel Silverstein

A composition which reflects upon the narrative of "Breath of Fire V:
Dragon Quarter" as seen through the lens of Silverstein's short poem:
one who's frequency resonates more today then ever.